Brief photo essay March 19, 2008 ~ 9:00 pm
Posted by Julie in : Uncategorized , trackbackAfter more technological errors than I care to remember (none of them my fault), I have been sitting on my couch for the past four hours. It is my happy place. I have finished a book while here, I have watched a lot of TV, I’ve cleaned out the fridge (okay, that wasn’t while I was sitting on the couch) and I took the trash out (also, not on the couch). And because I’ve been able to relax a bit, I can finally post this, which I’ve been meaning to do for a week and a half.
Sometimes, babies get stuck: 
IKEA coffee tables. So good for storing things…and trapping unsuspecting babies.
Yep, she’s stuck.
What’s in here?
A bag. And mommy. And Aunt Julie.
And this isn’t as much fun as she thought it was going to be when it started.
Right before the crying started.
You bet your ass that no matter where I am on her prom night, I am coming over so I can show these and the other photos I’ve collected to her date. Because that’s what godmothers do, dammit.
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this needs to be shown to future prom dates in its entirety, like a flip book. way too good!
Kendra~You need to start compiling your own flip book of mortifying pictures for Little Miss Madi. If you start now, it should be the size of the Manhattan phone book by prom night.
You could also drag it out when she publishes in National Geographic Explorer!
That’s the whole point of taking baby pictures. So you can embarass your kid when they’re a teen. I’m saving the ass shot baby pictures in the tub for the boy’s girlfriends.
All part of being an evil parent.
Yeah, what they said, or put up a Facebook for this purpose when the time for her to be dating comes.